Gate 37

There is no one here. I am the first to come here.
This is a very strange environment to me. This is a very strange gate. It is about 10:40 in the evening.
There is an open bookstore here with Jacky Cheung’s songs.
I watched everything here quietly. There is a feeling of time overlapping
I seem to see a shadow cast on the pink blue chair.
Waiting quietly for boarding.
An expectation of the journey.
Time flies quickly. Now there is no one here, and the crowds coming and going are all strangers.
Time and space are always like dreams.
I always missing.